Domination and submission are intriguing topics to me. I am in no way, at all, knowledgeable beyond my research and my own loving relationship. Valentine Master is my first BDSM story but it won't be my last. I enjoy writing the interplay between the characters and their parts within the D/s dynamic.

I am drawn to the interactions within a sexual context. The ability to relax and give control in a safe environment to someone you trust completely is the foundation of my BDSM writing. Within my stories it isn't about pain, it is about the giving of control and building of trust.

Here is an excerpt from Valentine Master that illustrates my fascination and personal experience with being under the control of someone I trust.

Heather scrambled to do as she was told. Moving with her
hands bound together was a challenge, but she loved the feeling of being restricted.
Her hands shook with tension and arousal. Each time she tried to do something
and tugged on the restraints she got a little hotter, a little wetter. When she
pulled the blankets back she noticed there were towels laid out on the bed. She
quirked an eyebrow and glanced at her husband. When he did nothing but look at
her with increasing irritation, she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself
as instructed. She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of contentment. Just the
feel of the leather snugly wrapped around her wrists sent a shiver through her
body. She opened her eyes and watched her husband attach a strap to her wrist
cuffs. She gave a slight tug just to feel the lack of movement afforded by her
restraints. Muscles relaxed that she hadn’t even known were tense as she felt her
control slipping. The knot in her stomach from the stress of the week started
to unravel. With each exhalation she melted further into the mattress. Her whirling thoughtsstarted
to slow, quiet invaded her mind.
A sigh escaped her lips.

With interest, Heather opened her eyes to watch her husband
dip his hand into the box of treasures. A thrill went through her body as a
long, black silk scarf came slithering out, wrapped loosely around his fist.

“Close your eyes, pet. I’m taking away your sense of sight.”
He slowly slid the cool silk across Heather’s breasts, then gently wrapped it
around her eyes and tied it. “Can you see anything, Heather?”

Thanks for visiting. I'll be posting more excerpts as we get closer to the release day!